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Tube Box, or Not Tube Box Video (MV)




Performed By: Striatum
Language: English
Length: 4:18
Written by: Mason Tikl




Striatum - Tube Box, or Not Tube Box Lyrics




Time, come back to me

I wonder what's on
I'm going to go flip through the channels
Figure out what I've been missing these last 6 hours of being alive, not even being awake
Something about my anxiety, this anxiety:
Where have I seen that before, what life am I not having?
I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my self
What future isn't to behold?
What present am I missing out on right this day right this now?
Maybe I should buy this and I'll be happy, I'll be alive if I just eat this smiling meal
This meal that's smiling right back at me
Why's my meal smiling at me?

We're getting closer every day
We're holding closer every day
We've lost our sober every day
Releasing holster every day
Moving closer every day
Kill our cynosure every day
Every day
Ridiculous composure every day
Breaking every day,
We're breaking every day
We're feeding our collapse
Every day

Wait
Wait
Hold on
Wait
No!

Wait, time
Wait, time

We get it in, we get it, turn it off
We got to get it, grab it, right up the tide
Gotta go write it off
It's kind of finicky
We turn it in, or turn it off
You get that?
That's kinda how we lose it in
The rest of the stuff
We're buying on a Saturday
We've had enough
We're turning it off, we're turning it off, we're turning it off
We turn in

Our graves
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English

Time, come back to me

I wonder what's on
I'm going to go flip through the channels
Figure out what I've been missing these last 6 hours of being alive, not even being awake
Something about my anxiety, this anxiety:
Where have I seen that before, what life am I not having?
I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my self
What future isn't to behold?
What present am I missing out on right this day right this now?
Maybe I should buy this and I'll be happy, I'll be alive if I just eat this smiling meal
This meal that's smiling right back at me
Why's my meal smiling at me?

We're getting closer every day
We're holding closer every day
We've lost our sober every day
Releasing holster every day
Moving closer every day
Kill our cynosure every day
Every day
Ridiculous composure every day
Breaking every day,
We're breaking every day
We're feeding our collapse
Every day

Wait
Wait
Hold on
Wait
No!

Wait, time
Wait, time

We get it in, we get it, turn it off
We got to get it, grab it, right up the tide
Gotta go write it off
It's kind of finicky
We turn it in, or turn it off
You get that?
That's kinda how we lose it in
The rest of the stuff
We're buying on a Saturday
We've had enough
We're turning it off, we're turning it off, we're turning it off
We turn in

Our graves
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Writer: Mason Tikl
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